Chasing Immortals

Door flies open,
You float through.
A ghost of me,
The present you.
I stare at you
Not amused
Where have you been?
I'm so confused.
Your hazy eyes and vacant stare
Have I always looked this unaware?
I want to make you turn away.
This isn't me!
I want to say.
But something in you strikes toward home
A roaring ache,
an unconscious moan.
This is what I will always be.
Somewhere deep inside of me.
I hear her whisper
'Funny right?
That I've always been here as you slept at night.
That all your dreams you thought were your own
Were my creations,
from my hand sown.'
I won't believe it,
I turn my head.
I refuse to let one tear be shed.
She is not who I am,
nor who I will be,
I will grow past her and never again will she meet me.
Back out the door, towards the sidewalk, I shove her.
The door once again closed and bolted.
Facing away I shutter.
A bitter, cold night to be chasing my shadows.
To never see her again is something that I can't even fathom.
No matter how many battles though,
She will never prevail,
as long as it is towards my dreams that I sail.

For Lucas. The boy who asked for poetry :)